When I was nineteen
When I was nineteen ...
I lost the direction and light to go.
It's almost like I was pedaling the bicycle desperately, which, though, had a broken chain. It might have been hopeless and also a little bit comical.
Life might be a mass of the regret.
I lost the direction and light to go.
It's almost like I was pedaling the bicycle desperately, which, though, had a broken chain. It might have been hopeless and also a little bit comical.
Life might be a mass of the regret.